Neelakurinji blooms in the Nilgiris only once every few years, when the hills decide it is time to change colour.

For a short while, the slopes turn blue and purple. What has been green for years feels new again. People slow down. The hills feel different.

Then the flowers fade, just as gently as they came. The Nilgiris return to their familiar green, carrying a quiet memory of blue.

This is a time the women hold close — shaped by land, rain, and waiting.

Material: cotton